Giotto did not pay attention to Jörmungad, who had lost his combat power, but lifted Caesar's body up, leaned against the trunk of the tree, took a vial from his coat, and poured out a pill for Caesar to take.

This pill was just an ordinary ration pill that could help Caesar restore his magic, but the broken bones and deranged tendons could not be repaired.

The magic around him slowly poured into Caesar's body, and his eyes moved slightly, but he was still unconscious.

In fact, if Giotto had not been so anxious and blamed himself, and had taken a closer look, he would have found that although Caesar's injuries were fatal to ordinary soul masters, his breathing was very steady, and a strange force was circulating in his body, slowly but surely repairing his messy muscles and wounded organs.

Giotto silently took out another box from his coat - the box was made of pure gold, carved with ancient cloud and thunder patterns, Giotto opened the box, and inside lay a purple spear-shaped weapon.

"It's all purple, but it's a kind of chance. Giotto sighed, placed the purple spear-shaped weapon in Caesar's hand, and then took a deep breath, lifted a wave of magic power, and his palms slammed into Caesar's shoulders, and the magic continued to flow in.

Caesar only felt that the heat was unbearable at the moment, a ball of hot gas rushed to the west, there was nowhere to vent, he opened his mouth to vomit it out, but he couldn't vomit anything, he took a deep breath and sprayed it hard, who knew that under a spray, this hot gas turned into a hot wire, slowly flowing into his tendons, and his magic converged together, and what was even more strange was that the original swelling and painful tendons and veins began to calm down, and the pain disappeared after a while.

With the infusion of Giotto's magic, that strange power suddenly hid and disappeared.

Under the flow of Giotto's mixed magic with himself, the broken bones began to connect, and in less than a moment, Caesar opened his eyes, feeling that his body was intact and did not look like he had been seriously injured at all.

A gentle voice rang in Caesar's ears, "Little brother, from now on you are the executive commissioner of my Pengley family!"

When I looked up, I only felt that the golden hair was so dazzling in the sun.

"First Lord, the Penglie family is really a constraint to me, I crave the outside space, and I don't want to be like a killing machine that only knows how to kill. "Bullseye, no, it should be called Caesar, Caesar said with some unwillingness, "When you were in power, Penglie was well organized, and everyone could accept the task according to their own character, so I felt very happy to stay in the family, but since the second generation succeeded to the throne, the family has fallen into a reign of terror, everyone accepts and performs tasks like machines, and those who can't complete the tasks will be punished by confinement and even torture." The first generation of adults, the current Penglie, has long lost the cohesion and unity of the original! The bonds of the partners have also been destroyed by the old man of the second generation with iron-blooded means!"

When Giotto heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned - he did not expect that such words would come from the mouth of the honest subordinate who had been in the past. He stayed for a long time before he said, "If that's the case, then you can create a new Penglie yourself!!!"

Giotto's words hammered into Caesar's chest like a hammer, and tears suddenly welled up from his eyes, "The First Lord"

"Why do you think I entrusted you with the 'Fire of the Distant Wasteland' in the first place? You and Penglie already have an unbreakable bond! Penglie can be killed, but he must die standing up! Penglie can be defeated, but not succumbed! If you are dissatisfied with the second generation, then create your own Penglie!" Giotto's words made Caesar's blood stir, his heart surged, and out of nowhere, he gave birth to a force, suddenly broke free from the shackles of the ringing ghost, bowed deeply, and said: "Subordinates obey!"

Yes, the First Lord trusted me so much, entrusted me with the task of overseeing the family, but I fled to avoid bondage - it shouldn't be like this! From the day I met the First Lord, my way of fighting, my style, and my life trajectory were all on the course of Pengle!

Under the agitation of his heart, even Caesar himself did not notice it, and there seemed to be a faint flame burning under his eyes

The ringing ghost was about to buckle again, and suddenly saw Lian Chufeng shaking his head lightly on the side, and then stopped his figure and stood aside.